Wednesday, May 4, 2016

I've stopped looking at the bottle of wine in the fridge

The bottle that I talked about at the start of the week; the one my wife has a small glass out of each night, and only drinks half leaving the other half standing overnight.

That one.

I've stopped looking at it. I've just realised I opened the fridge to get some milk, and didn't pause. There was no fleeting moment of memory about how great it would be if...

There was nothing.

Except the milk, which I'm now using to make a cup of tea.

I'm notching that up as a win for today.

Goodnight Day 4